#wow thanks. that makes it so much better. wow.

[clockwayswrites]

A Hill to Die On ch2 (mostly)

ch1(ish) this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3

This is most of Chapter 21, cutting out the smut. IT DOES SPICY🌶️⚠️: alludes to smut the night before and blatant talk leading into more.

Tim wasn’t in his own bed. He wasn’t in his Manner bed either. He was pretty sure it also wasn’t the spare bed at Jason’s or Kon’s bed. It wasn’t Stephanie’s or Bart’s or one of the Titan Tower beds. No, this was a stranger’s bed. That should worry him, Tim knew that, but the worry didn’t come.

Instead of worry, Tim felt calm, pleasantly satiated, and sore.

Tim knew why.

Caroline clung to him, like the heavy remnants of a dream. She was right there, pressing against the back of his mind and assuring him that this was all fine. More than fine even; she was quite pleased.

Grudgingly, Tim opened his eyes and blinked up at the nondescript ceiling. Trying to remember what had happened last night was like watching through low resolution clips of time. Things were rather clear at the start and became less clear as time went on. But he very much understood why he was sore and just how much Caroline had enjoyed himself.

Tim was sure he was blushing an embarrassing amount as he carefully sat and swung his legs over the edge of the side of the bed. Yep, sore. Right, well. Tim cleared his throat as if that would also clear up his embarrassment. How was he supposed to act after sleeping with a complete stranger?

“I thought I heard you awake, gorgeous,” the guy—Danny, his name was Danny—drawled from behind Tim. “I know it’s not the right sort of thing for you, but I put some lounge pants and a shirt in the bathroom for you if you want to shower. Pancakes will be up in about fifteen or so, but take your time.”

“Ah, thanks, that’s nice of you,” Tim said.

He waited until he heard Danny walk back off to wherever the kitchen was before he got up and slipped into the bathroom. All of Caroline’s clothing had been folded into a neat pile, other than the lacy underwear, which were washed and drying on the towel rack. Which was rather sweet.

Tim added the bra to the pile, stretching out the feeling of having worn that all night.

Figuring out how to get the shower turned on and hot was a puzzle, showers always were, but Tim managed it smoothly enough. Danny’s shower actually got decently hot too, and Tim took advantage of that to stand under the spray and just try to center himself.

Should he pretend to be Caroline?

Should he come clean?

He didn’t know what was best… or safest.

But Danny was safe. Tim hated that the certainty of that lingered in his mind, but it did. Caroline was convinced that Danny was safe, at least in these regards. He supposed she must have to lingered like this and still be at Danny’s place in the morning. Tim took a deep breath, breathing in the citrus scent of Danny’s shampoo he as using, and let it out slowly.

Okay, truth it was.

The shower had washed away the last of Caroline, which meant it was only Tim standing in the kitchen, trying not to fidget. He was better than fidgeting, he had been a Robin. But he really wanted to right then as he waited for Danny to turn from the stove.

Danny dished up some bacon onto a plate and turned the stove off before turning. “Turkey bacon,” Danny explained with a little raise of the plate before he set it on the little table which was rather full, “and we have scrambled eggs and, of course, pancakes. Take a seat and dig in.”

“That all sounds great.” Tim didn’t move.

Danny tilted his head with a little frown. “Is everything alright? If, ah, this is too much it’s okay if you just want to leave. I don’t usually… do one nightstands so if I’m breaking some sort of taboo with this I’m sorry.”

“No,” Tim said quickly, “it’s not you, it’s me. Wow, not like that. Sorry. I guess I’m just a little awkward about this. I don’t really do this either. Well, that’s not—I don’t do this. I’m sorry, I’m making an absolute mess of this. I guess, just, okay. I guess I should start by saying you should call me Lin. I’m not… exactly Caroline right now.”

He wasn’t ‘Lin’ either, but no matter what Caroline thought he wasn’t going to give Danny his real name. He was too recognizable for that.

Danny sat down slowly in the chair closest to him. “Are you… not Caroline right now because of how you’re dressed or because you’re not Caroline because you’re someone else now?”

“Oh,” Tim wiggled a handy. “Both but more of the second?”

“Okay,” Danny said, his tone careful in a way that made Tim tilt his head curiously. “Are you… freaked out by waking up somewhere different? Do we need to talk about… anything that happened last night?”

“Oh, oh no,” Tim replied quickly. “I’m mostly aware of what happens when I’m Caroline. Besides I was sort of… in between when I woke up this morning. We’re good.”

Danny shoulder’s slumped and he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back. “Okay, good. I really didn’t want—because everything last night was very, enthusiastically consensual and—”

“We’re good, really,” Tim reassured Danny. It was actually pretty sweet how worked up Danny was about this. “Caroline didn’t do anything—okay, well she does it more freely than me, but, ah, let’s just say we’re in agreement about you.”

Danny looked surprised before a frankly adorable smile curled his lips. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, though maybe don’t get too smug about it,” Tim said with a little shrug and finally took a seat at the table. “I never said either of us had good taste.”

Danny’s surprised laughter was a nice sound. “Don’t worry, I know I’m not hot stuff. The attention is still flattering. I spent most of the night not sure how I ended up with Caroline in my bed.”

Tim rested his chin on his hand, watching Danny curiously. “Even though she’s not what she looks like?”

“Like I said last night, any combination of bits is a good combination.”

“That usually doesn’t mean… personalities,” Tim pointed out.

Danny just gave a little shrug. “Nope. But as long as I haven’t hurt her, or you, then I don’t mind this either. Is it different? Sure. And it has me curious about things, but I’m curious by nature.”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” Tim quipped.

“But boredom killed it quicker,” Danny replied, finishing the verse.

It was Tim’s turn to smile. “I can’t say I’ll want to or can answer everything, but you can feel free to ask a few questions.”

After a considering noise, Danny took a few bites of breakfast as he obviously thought about what to ask. “So since you know things that happened as Caroline, does that mean you have the same preferences about things?”

“Nope. Caroline’s go to drink is a martini. I like whiskey better,” Tim said, thinking to last night. “Or she likes eggs that are runny but I hate that.”

“Huh, okay. Does that keep going to more serious things too?”

Tim tilted his head and took a bite of the rolled up pancake he had just buttered. As far as morning after breakfasts went, this was pretty nice. “Serious like what?”

“Well, like, last night. Take… a blow job. How would Caroline like one?”

“She wouldn’t,” Tim said easily. “She might give one, but mostly to get someone worked up to fuck her.”

Danny chuckled, a low sound that made Tim want to lean in closer to where Danny lounged in the other chair. “Okay. So you know that pretty easily. But what about you? What about Lin?”

Tim tilted his head. “Lin, I mean I like blow jobs, yeah.”

At least he was pretty sure he did. He didn’t do this sort of thing much as him.

Danny smiled like he was amused. “Okay. And any preference? Leaning against a wall? Pressing me against a wall? In bed? Sitting on the couch. Right here in the kitchen with your legs thrown over my shoulders?”

Tim swallowed reflexively. If Tim was Alvin right then, he’d want Danny on his knees, back pressed against the wall while Alvin held his jaw open and fucked his face. But for Tim… “That last one, please.”

“Please as in now?” Danny asked.

“Yes, please,” Tim said, the words much more blatant begging than he had intended.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Danny drawled the pet name in a slow, easy way that reminded Tim of whipped honey. “But you gotta be good for me and let me hear you.”

-

[Smut goes here. Tim has a very good time.]

-

“No pressure, but here’s my number,” Danny said. He was holding out an actual slip of paper folded in half. He ducked his head a little. “You know, if you or Caroline or you and Caroline want to reach out.”

Tim took the slip of scrap paper, the back of some cut up sales sheet and tapped it against his fingers. “You’d want to hear from both of us?”

“Yes, of course! As long as that won’t cause any issues between you and Caroline. And, I mean, obviously I’d like a heads up who I was talking to,” he said with a shy, crooked smile.

It made Tim give a little laugh. “I bet, it would get real confusing otherwise. I can get another number for her and use it through an app. It keeps everything nice and separate for all of us.”

“Yeah? That sounds good,” Danny agreed. “And you’re sure you don’t want me to get you a cab or walk you to the station?”

“I’m sure. I’ll be fine. I’ve been running around Gotham my whole life.” Or close enough, anyways. “Besides, one of Caroline’s bracelets is a low level tazer.”

“Really? But to fit all of that in—sorry, off topic,” Danny said sheepishly. He leaned in and kissed Tim lightly on the edge of his lips. “Thank you for staying, and telling me who you were.”

“Thanks for being so great about,” Tim said. He stole a quick kiss himself before he slipped out the door. He was too tired for things to descend into another round of sex, not matter the position.

Just before he got outside Danny’s apartment building, he took the time to put Danny’s number in his phone and sent of a quick ‘and thank you for the pancakes’.

[chanranghaeys]

😭

i've been putting off reblogging this because 1) i was busy AS A WORKING GIRLIE, 2) i was busy as a working girlie wishing for CHAN AS MY WORK SPOUSE, and 3) svt con weekend in my country haha

I'm Annotating my going insane because I Want To (below the cut~)

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting your afternoon coffee with Mr. Program Assistant?” 

i hate how kae clocked me for this as a nonprofit programs girlie hate it hate it hate it LOVE IT SO MUCH I COULD CRY. chan would be such a good programs person if he worked hard on it i can See it.

He doesn’t respond verbally, just smiles at you in that way that lights up a whole room. It’s the type of grin that has you forgetting just how bad of a morning you had; you’d lose yourself in it if weren’t for the ominous presence of Vernon a couple of seats down.

wow. wow. just imagine arriving to THIS at the office in the morning. i'd faint on the spot. or just outright kiss him—office etiquette be damned.

Vernon lets out a huff of laughter at Seungkwan’s side. “I’ll bet a dollar that it’s Lee Chan,” says Vernon. Seungkwan responds with a roll of his eyes. “That’s a given.” 

i've always maintained that i'd be so good friends with the maknae line irl as a forever svt maknae line truther. I Love Them.

It’s hard not to laugh when Chan is looking at you like that.

LIKE WHAT CHAN?? LIKE WHAT??

“Hey, Lee Chan, where’s your work wife?” Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “She’s in a meeting with finance,” he answers without even looking up from his keyboard. 

i swear to have someone just know intimate details like this about you god i swear how was this not a giveaway???

“Well, tell her that we hope she gets better soon,” the CEO says coolly. A corner of her lip is upturned, like she’s finding this entire interaction a little too amusing.

sorry it's so funny to me that the ceo seems privy to these things seemingly evident in these little actions but of course she won't let anyone know about it my god it's so accurate imo

And, alright, fine. Maybe your knees knock into each other more often than not. Maybe Chan puts a hand over your ear whenever he wants to point something out, and maybe you lean in just a little more than necessary. 

these small details gaaaahh me me me it's me i would so do this

“Of course it’s important!” Chan’s always been a little louder when he’s drunk, so his voice raises an octave or two.

CHAN IS ALSO ME I SWEAR

But the moment the corner has been rounded, Chan is sagging against your side like he’s wanted to the entire night. “Oh, thank God,” your boyfriend sighs. “I didn’t think I’d survive another minute without touching you.”

/kinilig/ 🫠

You’re not sure if he’s entirely right— you know of Vernon’s whole iPhone note, after all— but you’re willing to indulge your boyfriend if it makes him happy.  “Yeah,” you concede. “They don’t know a thing.” 

something about vernon being the one to list all of this down makes me feel like he's doing this in tandem with seungkwan. or maybe a bet to see who will come up with a list first. idk. it's fun to imagine really.

this whole fic made me so warm inside my little fuzzy and fluffy heart. thanks kae for this wonderful little gift huhu bless u forever ✨

the way of the work husband 📋 chan x reader.

going back to work after the holidays sucks, but at least you've got your 'work husband' lee chan to get you through it.

★ office worker!chan x f!reader. ★ word count: 1.8k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: office, alternate universe: co-workers, fluff/romance. vernon is a menace (affectionately). not proofread. ★ footnotes: been itching to write chan lately and this was the result. dedicating this to my favorite corporate girlie!dinonara @chanranghaeys, who i have been threatening a chan fic with for a little over a week now ෆ sana all may lee chan sa office. 😔 + a special shoutout to @diamonddaze01 for educating me on the how work spouses operate. ���

“Is Lee Chan, like, your work husband or something?” 

The look on Vernon’s face is perfectly innocent, but his arched eyebrow gives some indication of just how amused he is. You shoot him a scathing glare before turning back to your work-sanctioned laptop. 

You don’t answer Vernon’s question. Not at first, anyway. Instead, you opt to wryly ask, “Why do you always have to use his full government name whenever you’re talking about him?” 

“Eh. Just ‘Chan’ is too short,” Vernon responds noncommittally. He should be focusing on the grant that he has to write, but he seems intent on quizzing you on your relationship with the company’s newest program assistant. 

Vernon leans a little further into his computer chair. He’s always been a pretty amicable seatmate; he just liked to poke the bear every so often. 

“So?” he prompts. “Are you and Lee Chan… you know.” 

When Vernon makes a vague, crude gesture with his hands, you groan out loud. “Don’t make it weird,” you snap. “And no. Chan and I are just friends, asswipe.”

“But you guys display peak work spouse behavior.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be grant writing?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting your afternoon coffee with Mr. Program Assistant?” 

Vernon’s rebuttal has you glancing at the digital clock on your desk. Shit. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you say as you grab your wallet and get to your feet. You hate to admit it, but Vernon is right. You’ve started dedicating your fifteen-minute afternoon breaks to cafeteria trips with Chan. 

All in the name of friendship, you insist.

“‘Course it doesn’t,” Vernon sing-songs. Just when you think he’s done, he throws in a final jab. 

“I’ll have an itemized list of my observations,” he calls after your retreating back. “Just you wait!” 

You don’t turn around to dignify Vernon’s taunt with a response. Instead, you flip him off over your shoulder as you contemplate what coffee to get with Chan today.

Rarely are you late to work. Some mornings are just harrowing, littered with minor inconveniences like your alarm not going off or the bus making one too many stops. 

When you finally make it to the office, you can already imagine the CEO’s backhand comment about punctuality. Something like ‘early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable,’ probably. 

That’s why you feel an immense pang of relief when you notice a vacant seat near the back of the room, one that you undoubtedly know is yours. 

You make your way to the chair as discreetly as you can. The bag atop it is taken off the moment that you arrive, and you flash an appreciative grin at the one who made it possible. 

Chan— who is already shifting his bag onto his lap— gives you an exaggerated wink in return. 

You mouth a wordless ‘thank you’ at him. He doesn’t respond verbally, just smiles at you in that way that lights up a whole room. It’s the type of grin that has you forgetting just how bad of a morning you had; you’d lose yourself in it if weren’t for the ominous presence of Vernon a couple of seats down.

The meeting grabs your attention soon enough, but not before you notice Vernon inconspicuously typing something into his phone. 

☑ You always sit next to each other at meetings

“Who’re you texting?” 

“Hm?” 

“Hellooo! Pay attention to me!” 

There’s a guilty expression on your face as you finally glance up at Seungkwan. “Sorry,” you say meekly. “What were you asking?” 

Vernon lets out a huff of laughter at Seungkwan’s side. “I’ll bet a dollar that it’s Lee Chan,” says Vernon. 

Seungkwan responds with a roll of his eyes. “That’s a given.” 

“Yah,” you begin to protest, ready to justify the way you’ve only been half-present throughout your entire lunch break. 

Your attempt falls flat when your phone pings, and the screen lights up. 

One (1) new text from Channie. 🦖LOLOL I have the perfect reel for this!! Wait a minute~~ 💖💙

Seungkwan scoffs. Vernon snickers. 

Your eye twitches, and you shoot back a text underneath the table in a bid to avoid your friends’ teasing. 

☑ You message each other all day long

It’s hard not to laugh when Chan is looking at you like that. 

Despite the fact that there’s a whole brainstorming session going on— preparation for the company’s next fundraising event— the two of you can’t help your silent communication. 

Especially when Soonyoung starts running his mouth about the fundraiser potentially being tiger-themed. 

One glance is all it takes. Chan’s lips are drawn into a thin line, and you know he’s also trying his darndest not to laugh. It’s a mammoth effort to hold back yourself, but you manage— not wanting to suffer from your eccentric boss’ line of questioning. 

It’s all free game once the session ends, though. 

You make a beeline for Chan. He takes one look at your quirked lip before jerking his head towards the door, urging the two of you to have this discussion somewhere you won’t be lynched.

Still, you and Chan can barely resist your peals of laughter as you leave the meeting room with your heads bowed together. Vernon watches with bemusement as the two of you trade incoherent mumblings about Tigger and Pompompurin. 

Not that Vernon has any idea what those have to do with anything. 

☑ You exchange knowing glances from across the room ☑ You share inside jokes about work and life

“Hey, Lee Chan, where’s your work wife?” 

Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “She’s in a meeting with finance,” he answers without even looking up from his keyboard. 

A corner of Vernon’s lip twitches upward. Aha. 

Chan seems to pick up on Vernon’s smug silence. The younger boy’s head snaps up, his expression quickly becoming guarded. “Not my work wife,” Chan sputters. “Just— I knew where she was, okay?” 

“Riiight.” 

There’s a redness in the tips of Chan’s ears as he goes back to the Google Doc he’d been slaving away on. Vernon doesn’t say anything more, but he does feign like he’s texting someone instead of adding to his ever-growing list.

☑ Your other colleagues wonder where the other’s at when you’re not together

It’s a bit of an epilogue in its own right, how Chan is the one to know why you’re out for the morning.

The CEO had asked it mostly as a rhetorical question— has anyone seen her?— but Chan’s easy answer has the meeting coming to a stuttering halt. 

“She got stuck at her dentist’s appointment,” he says. 

Several pairs of eyes turn to Chan. The look on his face is comically caught.

He fumbles for his phone and waves it around awkwardly. “We were texting,” he adds hastily. “That’s why I know.” 

How that was supposed to help Chan’s case, Vernon has no idea. 

“Well, tell her that we hope she gets better soon,” the CEO says coolly. A corner of her lip is upturned, like she’s finding this entire interaction a little too amusing. 

Chan manages a mumbled “Will do.” 

The meeting pushes through. Vernon watches Chan from the corner of his eye. Aside from looking absolutely mortified, there’s just a bit of dullness to the latter’s demeanor. A slower uptake, a dimmer grin. 

Gee, Vernon muses as he types away on his laptop. Wonder why. 

☑ You’re kind of bummed when they’re out of office ☑ You cover for each other when one is MIA

Vernon’s running list is a fun little gig, but it all comes to head on the evening of the company’s monthly night out.

The table at the speakeasy is full of boisterous laughter and greasy finger food. Everyone’s in high spirits for the upcoming weekend, and Vernon has to hold back on teasing those who he thinks are having just a little too much fun. 

You and Chan have spent much of the evening acting like you’re in your own world. Sure, you’re not touching each other— this is technically a work event, after all— but you’ve shared laughter and whispers throughout the night that nobody else is privy to. 

And, alright, fine. Maybe your knees knock into each other more often than not. Maybe Chan puts a hand over your ear whenever he wants to point something out, and maybe you lean in just a little more than necessary. 

It’s obvious to anybody with two eyes that you two are fond of each other. That much is certain.

That’s what gives Vernon the boost of confidence to play wingman by the end of the night. 

“You know,” he says coolly as your group spills out onto the sidewalk. “I think the two of you live in the same neighborhood.” 

What Vernon is scheming is plain as day to you. You narrow your eyes at him, but he’s undeterred. He only smiles at you and Chan like the menace that he is. 

Chan, for his part, raises his eyebrows ever so slightly. He glances at you with a quizzical expression. 

“You’ve never mentioned that.” He raises his hand to his chest, as if feigning hurt at being kept in the dark. 

A snort of laughter escapes you. “Didn’t feel like it was particularly important information,” you say dryly. 

“Of course it’s important!” Chan’s always been a little louder when he’s drunk, so his voice raises an octave or two. “‘Cause that means we can carpool together, or, like, y’know—” 

Vernon interrupts with a sage, “You can probably book the same cab for tonight, actually. Make it a double stop.” 

Chan’s face lights up. “Great idea, man!” 

Before you can protest, Chan is already whipping out his phone to pull up his ride-hailing app. This is not a battle that you’re going to win. 

All the while, Vernon grins triumphantly. 

☑ You go home together after happy hour 

“Can we—” 

“Shhh. No, not yet.” 

“But nobody’s looking!”

“Wait until we’ve rounded the corner, idiot—” 

And so he does. 

But the moment the corner has been rounded, Chan is sagging against your side like he’s wanted to the entire night. “Oh, thank God,” your boyfriend sighs. “I didn’t think I’d survive another minute without touching you.” 

You can’t help the giggle that escapes you. The feeling is mutual, though, so you reach out to rest your hand on his knee.

“Commendable self-control tonight,” you note. “All the whispering was a little too obvious, though.” 

Chan huffs in protest, but the sound loses its edge as he cuddles up to you in the back of the cab. “No one suspects us. It’s just Vernon,” he complains. 

“And Seungkwan,” you say. “And Jeonghan, and Minghao, and Wonwoo—” 

Your boyfriend gives a dismissive wave of his hand. “Doesn’t matter.” His hand rests on top of yours, just barely resisting the urge to intertwine your fingers. “They don’t know a thing about us, sweets.” 

The smile threatening to fill your face finally breaks. When you laugh, your shoulders shake against Chan’s body. You’re not sure if he’s entirely right— you know of Vernon’s whole iPhone note, after all— but you’re willing to indulge your boyfriend if it makes him happy. 

“Yeah,” you concede. “They don’t know a thing.” 

[kirain]

Your headcanon that Emmrich's right arm is always gloved because he has scars from when he tried to pull his parents out of a collapsed burning building is now OFFICIAL canon as far as I'm concerned. Can we please get a fic of Emmrich being self conscious about the scars? 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Oh wow, thank you! 🥺 Here you go, anon!

The fire crackled in the hearth, filling the room with an ominous orange glow that seemed to taunt Emmrich. Vae sat opposite of him, her hands resting in her lap as she waited. Though usually cheery and confident, Emmrich trembled ever so slightly, his head bowed as though the weight of the moment pressed heavily on his shoulders.

"All right," he whispered.

Vae reached out, her touch light as she took his gloved hand in hers. "I'll go slow," she said softly.

Despite her promise, Emmrich's breath hitched, his back tensing. As she began to slip off the ornate rings and bracelets that adorned his fingers and wrists with a gentle tug, his eyes squinted shut, his brow furrowed and twitching. When the last piece of jewelry fell into her palm, he flinched, and Vae paused, worry overtaking her curiosity.

Quickly, her hand moved to cup his cheek. "It's all right," she soothed, her thumb brushing against his skin. "You're all right."

His breathing steadied just enough for her to continue. Carefully, she removed the heavy bracer next, the worn leather scraping against the golden rim as it slid free.

"You're doing great," Vae praised as she set it down on the night stand. "We're almost there."

But when she reached for his glove, Emmrich suddenly pulled his arm away. "I'm sorry," he wheezed. "I can't."

Vae froze, her heart twisting at the anguish in his voice. His expression was one of shame, his face turning away from her. After a moment, she reached out again and guided him back.

"Emmrich," she said, her tone laden with compassion. "Look at me. Please." He hesitated, but opened his eyes to meet hers, the vulnerability in his gaze almost too much for her to bear. "I won't push you," she vowed. "But you need to know—nothing about you could ever disgust me."

He sighed deeply, shivering under the weight of his self-doubt. "The scars... they're unseemly," he warned, gripping his wrist so hard it caused Vae to wince. "It's already a miracle you want to be with an old codger like me. My body is—"

"Stop," Vae pressed, forcing a playful smirk. "You're in better shape than I am."

A weak chuckle escaped him, though it carried a deluge of sadness. For her, he was trying to push through, masking the pain beneath, but she realised the truth.

He wasn't ready.

"All right," she said, rising to her feet. "Let's get some dinner, then."

"Vae?"

"Sweetheart, I said I'm not going to push you. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable, but you clearly are." She gestured to the door without a hint of malice or disappointment. "I can wait, however long it takes. For tonight, let's forget this and have a nice—"

Before she took a step, Emmrich's hand shot out, grasping her wrist with surprising persistence. "Wait," he begged, his voice cracking.

She turned back, startled to find him glaring up at her with wide, pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry," he stammered, releasing his grip. "I do want to do this. It's just... I'm frightened it will change the way you see me."

Vae's expression softened, and she knelt before him, placing a tender hand on his knee. "Emmrich, do you really think so little of me?"

He froze, guilt flickering across his face. "What? No, of course not! I only meant—!"

His jaw clenched, the contradiction hitting him like a bolt of divine judgement. Vae was young, but she was a woman, and she had chosen to be with him—for better or worse. To assume she would leave him over his past, over some marred skin, was indeed an insult to her character.

But it wasn't true. He trusted her. However difficult, however loudly the voice in his head screamed that she'd recoil at the sight, he trusted her, and he wanted to prove it—even though he knew she'd never demand it. Slowly, he took a breath and offered his arm, the motion hesitant but resolute.

Vae gasped, staring up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," he whispered. "I'm sure."

"All right, then. Stop me, if it's too much for you."

With the utmost care, Vae began to unbutton the long glove, her fingers working indulgently until the fabric slipped free. What lay beneath made her heart ache: a web of burn scars stretched across the top of Emmrich's hand, climbing up and around his forearm. The angry, uneven texture spoke of unimaginable pain and resilience.

"Darling..."

There were so many things she wanted to say, but as the image of an innocent boy crying out for help flashed in her mind, all she could do was stare; not with disgust, but with sorrow for the suffering he had endured.

But Emmrich misunderstood her silence, and his incessant need to fill the quiet overwhelmed him. "It got pinned under debris," he explained, his voice shaking. "Burning rubble, when I tried to clear the wreckage for my parents. I know it's hideous. I have full mobility, but the epidermis never healed quite—"

Before he could finish, Vae leaned in and pressed her lips to the top of his discoloured knuckles. The simple act silenced him, his words catching in his throat.

When she pulled back, she hugged his arm to her chest, holding it like a precious artefact. "I love you, Emmrich," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Scars and all. They're a part of you, and they make you even more beautiful in my eyes."

He whimpered, then pulled her into a tight embrace, his scarred hand cradling her head. Though his reaction was unexpected, Vae smiled and leaned into his chest, her arms wrapping around him like a vice.

"Thank you," he sobbed, his scorched fingers quivering in her hair. "Thank you, my darling."

"You silly man," she moaned, her own eyes welling with tears. "You have nothing to thank me for."

In that moment, the pain Emmrich always seemed to feel disappeared, the weight lifted. His whole life, he'd seen those gruesome marks as a reminder of his failure, but Vae saw something else entirely.

A symbol of his devotion and bravery.

[henry7931]

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Borrowing My Son’s Body

Dan:

After I broke my leg, I wasn’t sure how I was going to make dinner for the family this year for big get together. Luckily, my son Sam had a great idea! Just borrow his body to get the job done.

So now I have Sam’s young body while he’s laying in my bed with mine on. The only thing that keeps throwing me off is how much I like having his body.

I feel weird to even think it but my son’s fit and it seems to get turned by the littlest of things. I really forgot what it’s like having a body this age I’ve had a boner all day long and I don’t really know what to do about it.

And now that I’m done cooking and the family shouldn’t be here for a couple more hours… I guess I can take care of it real quick?

So I went inside and went upstairs to check on Sam first. I carefully cracked the door to peak inside just in case he’s asleep— and to my surprise I see Sam literally jerking off and playing with my dick!!!

I almost said something but hey! I might as well do the same with his body.

So I headed to his room and stripped off all of his clothes. I looked down at my son’s perky junk and without any hesitation I started playing with it.

I start stroking his junk faster and faster. But in a matter of minutes, cum squirts out!

I clean off his body and walk to my room. This time I just walked right in.

Sam must of just finished up because he still had my dick out and was covered in my cum.

“Shit! Dad!!”

“Hey bud! Having fun in here?,” I say winking at him.

“Umm… yeah, sorry! This is isn’t what it looks like!”

“Listen son, it’s okay! I just finished up doing the same thing. Although, yours didn’t last that long. I wanted to see if we can stay like this until tomorrow.”

“Wow! Are you sure?”

“Yeah! I’m enjoying your body and it seems like you’re enjoying mine.”

I look down at my older dick and grinned at it.

Sam began to laugh and said, “yeah I like your body a lot. We can stay like this as long as you want dad.”

“Thanks son!”

Teddy

Christian:

Oh shit! I don’t know what to do. Here stands my uncle Cameron’s body withy freaking childhood teddy bear attached it. I was playing around with a couple of spells when he walked in and then this happened …

The weird part is his head isn’t communicating at all and yet it seems like the teddy bear is in control of his body.

I watched as the teddy bear feels up and down his new hairy arms down his new chest all the way to his legs thighs… he gets to my uncle’s junk and generally pats at it.

I watch as he tries to navigate his shorts he had on and gently peels them back. He put one of my uncle’s hands into his pants and begins peeing around.

“ hey can you hear me?” I asked the bear.

He stops for a second almost like he was looking up at me.

“So you can hear me,” I say to him.

He walks towards me and I feel a little nervous. I wasn’t sure what he was gonna do, but then he embraces me into a giant hug.

Not gonna lie it feels kinda good having my uncle’s big strong lawn wrapped around me. My uncle and I are very different. He’s a very stereotypical straight man, but one thing I would never actually admit is my attraction to his body.

I feel the teddy bear began to explore my body like he just did my uncles.

He gets to my bulge and begins to fondle out a bit. I taken my surroundings and realize it is just us in the room.

So I begin to fondle his junk as well.

We both eventually pull off our shorts. Standing close together, slowly, jerking each other off.

I begin to play with his nipples. I even put one in my mouth which is causes him to squirm a bit. I pull his body in for a tight hug. A rock hard dicks are rubbing up against each others. I squeeze his hairy ass.

He even does the same to me and then he does something that surprises me. I feel him insert one of my uncle’s fingers into my hole.

He does it so carefully, and if I didn’t know any better I think he’s done this before.

I say to him, “ let’s go to the room.”

I lead him to my uncle‘s bedroom and we both hop into bed.

I climb on top of him and make my way down to his dick. It’s a beautiful dick, thick and long complemented by a big hairy bush and big hairy balls.

I run my tongue from the head of it down to his ball sack. I get his dick, nice and wet before I get directly on top of it.

He helps me ease it into my hole. It’s just so tight getting in. But once we get going, he begins to start thrusting back-and-forth on me.

Moaning loudly and he’s using his hands to gently play with my cock.

I’m nearly screaming and our bodies are sweaty, and we can’t stop touching each other all over.

I turned my head around and I look at my uncle’s big hairy, stinky feet. I wanna suck on his toes so bad but I don’t wanna stop this moment.

 I watch his toes wiggle from excitement and it sends me over the edge. He’s thrusting in me faster and faster. He’s even going harder. I can’t take anymore, but somehow in the same time I cum and I feel his dick pour loads into my hole.

I looked down at my uncle‘s cum cover chest and I pull his dick out of me. His dick is still leaking and I even get a taste of it.

I turn around and lay back to my face or directly next to his feet. They take a big with his feet smell like a dirty gym. He just got back from a run earlier when he first walked in, and I realized he wasn’t even wearing socks.

I run my tongue up and down his soul. I realize it’s tickling the teddy bear a little bit.

A kiss each of his toes before I crawl my way back up. I feel him wrap his arm around me and I lean into my uncles chest.

I look up at the teddy bear and I say, “ do you want to stay this way forever?”

He gives me a thumbs up.

“Okay but we will have to work on your head. It’s cute but it will freak people out,” I say to him.

He pulls me in tighter and I can feel his fingers running up and down my back. Soon I fell asleep in his arms.

Two weeks later, Ted, which is what I like to call him now and I have gotten really close. He’s very smart and all they can’t speak. He does write to me.

I wanna show him so much, but I need to figure out how to change his head. I may be getting close in my spell book, but I want to be 100% sure.

So for now, me and Ted will just stay in the house. Honestly, it’s fine by me because the sex is amazing.

Coconut Head

Kent:

On vacation and something very strange happened to my older cousin. He was walking out back from the beach when all of a sudden a coconut fell off of a tree. It was so powerful that it knocked off his head and landed right on its shoulders.

I tried to help him pull it off, but it won’t move. We even took him to the hospital and they said just be patient. The coconut is on his neck so tight, but it will eventually loosen up. They said it could take weeks or even over a month.

So now I’m having to spend a lot of time taking care of my cousin’s body and his head.

Although it’s nice is if he does get a little sassy or bossy with me can always just leave his head in another room.

But what’s been really fun is while his head is away I get to explore his sexy body. My cousin is super hot and super ripped. I don’t even mind the coconut me and them because it lets me do whatever I want.

I’ll leave his head in another bedroom at night, which just leaves me in his body alone together. I’ll stay up all night, smelling and licking his pit and feet. Sucking off his cock licking his hole. I’ve even taught his body how to jerk me off and how to give a good foot job.

I’m not gonna lie I kind of hope the coconut gets stuck forever. He’s really talented with my cousin’s toes and he’s a great cuddler at night.

[l1v1ngd3dgrrl]

yo can u do coquette reader x daisuke pretty please

Daisuke x Coquette! Reader (SFW+NSFW)

an: hope I captured the aesthetic properly, I had to triple check that I was using the right definition.

I'm doing headcannons + mini drabbles, I hope that's ok with you anon <3

MDNI banner: cafekitsune

Cw(s): Use of the nicknames Baby/Princess/Babe/ my girl, praising (Daisuke giving!) , mild nsfw that isn't overly explicit, author is not entirely sure if they captured the coquette style properly.

SFW

How you met

First off, wow. He thinks you look like an angel.

He met you while at a thrift store. You were looking at some porcelain figures, a small rabbit with hand painted details catching your eye specifically.

The more he observed you, the more he wanted to get to know you better..but he didn't want to be a total creep about it.

He stops looking at the various shirts and makes his way over to the isle you're on, playing it cool and pretending to take interest in the various figures in front of him.

An angel with slightly chipped paint makes a light go off in his head.

"Hey uh-" he pauses and holds the angel figure in his hands and gestures it towards you. "I found your twin!' He's smiling nervously, hoping he doesn't come across as some weirdo. When you don't respond he's debating about just dropping everything and running away forever. Some pick up line, huh? When you finally crack a smile smile he relaxes. "Sorry that was cheesy. Uhm I'm Daisuke." He sets the figure down on the shelf. "Well Daisuke nice to meet you, I'm y/n." His mind blanks for a moment, unsure of what to say next. You break the silence by reaching over an picking the angel up and examining it, "So this is my twin huh?" He splutters a bit, fumbling words awkwardly agrees with you. Something along the lines of 'because you're pretty like one' finally leaving his mouth in a coherent way.

You bought the figure and exchanged contact info with him after talking a bit in the store, agreeing on an eventual date.

The first date

You two agreed to go on an official date after three months of talking, something he totally respected and was hyped about once the arrangement was made.

He wants to take you out somewhere nice, but not too up front. Something that he thinks you would enjoy doing is visiting an art exhibit and then eating dinner at this nice little bistro downtown.

When he meets you at the exhibit he's giddy with excitement, and in awe at your outfit. It was simple but still elegant.

During the art exhibit portion of the date he learns you have quite the eye for different French artists, rambling on about the meanings behind paintings and little hidden details that the untrained eye might have missed.

You have brains and beauty, what more can he ask for? (he's learned quite a bit that he never thought he would even be bothered to learn about before.)

Dinner is his treat, he's saved up money for this moment specifically.

During dinner both of you continue to talk, learning more about each other. He learns that you have always adored the 'vintage' hyper feminine style, and how it took you ages to accumulate a wardrobe full of various outfits. Thrifting being one of your common grounds made him so incredibly happy, he's 1000% taking you on a thrifting date if you let him.

(spoiler you do)

"Well, I had a lot of fun." you say as he walks you to your front door. "Thank you for dinner, I had no idea that Bistro was even there!" He chuckles and nods. "I had a lot of fun too! I've learned so much about you," he pauses carefully thinking about his words. "I would really like to take you out again sometime, I think you're a really awesome girl." Your lips curve into a smile and you press a peck on his cheek, a lipstick mark bold against his tan skin. "I'd really like that," you brush away a strand of hair from his face. "I think you're a really awesome guy." you mimic him. He practically melts then and there. "So it's settled, how does next Thursday sound?"

Dating

You two became 100% official after 3 more dates, and you two have been going steady for about 6 months now.

Nicknames he calls you include: a shortened version of your name (if possible that is), baby/babe, my girl. and he'll even whip out the mi amor if he's feeling really romantic.

(tries to) Spoil you with new additions to your wardrobe, or knicknacks. You're 1000% thankful of course, but you don't want him blowing all his money on you.

Your favorite date is when he takes you out downtown and the two of you just spend hours sightseeing and checking out different stores.

NSFW

Now, Daisuke's sex drive is pretty standard for a guy his age and he imagines yours is equally standard for a woman your age as well. He doesn't rush to get intimate with you, lets you call the shots when it comes to initiating. (but not in a submissive way, he's just trying to be a gentleman)

(Though it's not inherently sexual) the nickname princess comes out of his mouth the most in the bedroom, often praising you.

has bought you a couple of lacy bra and panty sets, but melts when you're in your 'grandma' nightgown. Just something about it drives him insane (y'all know that meme about the grandma nightgowns that 'kept her bills paid'? think of something like that.)

rolling back to him praising you, it's not the usual "oh you're taking it so good blah blah blah." WRONG he's telling you how beautiful you look, how angelic you sound, just how perfect you are and how he can't believe how lucky he is to have such a lovely girlfriend.

The headboard lightly thumps against the wall as you buck your hips against Daisuke's. He's below you, groaning and keeping those gorgeous brown eyes fixated on you. Your eyes are shut and lips parted as you moan as you bounce on him. "That's it princess, let it all out." he rumbles, a hand coming up and brushing against your cheek. "feeling good?" you nod and reposition slightly. He chuckles and lets it trail off into a moan. "I'm such a lucky guy to have such a perfect girl"

[cloudyskydreams]

Howdy!

I was wondering how the papyri boys (or whoever you’d like to write for!) would react to an SO who has major cuteness aggression and has no choice but to nuzzle them aggressively or bite them.

Thank you for your wonderful writing and I hope you have a lovely day/night!

I get cuteness aggression so bad sometimes

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Undertale:

Papyrus:

He's a little shocked the first time you do it and just watches in mild concern as you nibble on him.When you explain it he is so pleased he's cute enough to trigger it in you. Will accept your nuzzles and bites like it's any other form of affection and might nuzzle back into you with a skeleton kiss.

Sans:

Oh wow he's a little surprised at first y'know he's just not used to being a chew toy. Definetly makes as many biting jokes as he can anything related to teeth(I'm not creative enough to come up with some bite me (hehe)). He'll nuzzle you back gently and just accept his fate when you attack him with love.

Underfell:

Edge:

He's a bit put off at first and thinks you're having an episode the very first time. Doesn't understand what's going on when you're knawing on his bones in affection. Concerned look and slight disgust over the saliva on him the first few times but he gets used to it and just accepts it with mild exasperation. The nuzzles he can deal with better and will nuzzle you back in skeleton kisses though not as aggressively.

Red:

Absolutely thinks you're fucking weird but you're his weirdo so he's okay with it. Does not get you at all when you're straight up chewing on him but he understands this is one of your ways of showing love so he's just taking it with a grin and a head pat. Gets the nuzzles and will aggressively nuzzle you back with skeleton kisses while he holds you down so you're forced to accept them.

Underswap:

Stretch:

Thinks its nice and loves this form of affection as much as any other kind. Will aggressively skeleton kiss you back. 100% willing to return the energy. Doesn't really think of himself as cute so when he does something that's clearly adorable he's always a little surprised when you basically affectionately attack him.

Blue:

Also has cuteness aggression so he understands you. Nuzzles and bites you back just as aggressively and with just as much love. Sometimes he'll "fight" back and gently push you away or pin you down so you can't do anything and then he'll cause a counter attack.

Horrortale

Willow:

His brother has the worst case of cuteness aggression out of all the boys I write for so he's used to this. Will return the nuzzles and let you bite away at his bones as he gently pets your head. He doesn't understand what you two find so cute about him but it's kind of nice to think he's cute enough to cause an aggressive response.

Axe:

Oh yeah he loves this. Just stares at you with his big ass eyelight as he purrs loudly while you nibble on him. Nuzzles into you affectionately and so hard he knocks you over sometimes, he doesn't stop when he does either just climbs on top of you and continues the love attack.

[thepachy]

Some little wips

Just a very quick sketch/redraw of old Jacob now that i have tge perfect muse

Honestly i have no idea in which canon or au this is, like who survived, did the dep came or anything. Idk probably just the main old au

(the big spaces it’s because it’s missing parts)

In the new world. Joseph, the Father of what was once a big family walked to a distant place, away from his own garden, in the remaining mountains of the old Hope county

The old man walked to a sort of cabin, build by the two men he came seek for a possible help. He looked around at the porch, the little garden, some dog houses here and there. Rustic but they made it their home. Joseph continued his way toward the side of the house to where he saw one of the men. Still thin but looking healthier, with a kind of mullet like his younger days. There, trying to paint with some rudimentary paint he made. The old Father walked closer and let out a little greeting. "Oh ? Joseph ?" The man turned and gave him a little smile. The man was older, his burned marks still there but healed after so many years. They were placed at the same spots as his partner and the similarities made Joseph smile. All the more so as, as he grew older, the old painter’s beard became ginger. What was a little spot few years ago, grew to almost all his chin.

E- What is this visit worth, dear ?

J -i wanted to come visit you two. It’s been a while

-yeah… a while. so how’s the others ? In your new Eden ?

-it’s going well. My son can be difficult sometimes but one day he’ll grow in maturity, I’m sure

-Ethan ? The very few times i saw this one he looked like a little troublemaker

-sure he can be… and how are you ? You two are… pretty nice here uh ?

-yeah we sure are. Jacob really managed to build our own little Eden

-i see it. And where is The man ?

-oh, him ? Hunting our dinner with his pack

-his pack ? What did i missed ?

-well, while you were rebuilding your family and new Eden, the old man decided to uh… return to his experiences

-the judges ?

-yeah kinda but no. He made a bond with a little pack, raising them and all. Truly impressive if i wasn’t the one having to clean their mess

-i see you still pain ?

-yeah i try to do with what i have. Try making my own paint and yeah try to paint with the fingers i have left

-oh… what happened to these ?

-these ? A trap. Or maybe a wolf, i don’t remember well. Oh but look who’s finally here !"

Here came the mountain man in all his glory. The old wolf came from the woods with his little pack and a buck on his shoulders. He looked stronger, well fed like if he was scared he had to eat someone else. The old age made him hairier and loose his colors, more grey and white but some ginger hair were still visible. He aged well, we could say.

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E- Joseph we told you that we both decided to quit all this a while ago. So we’re no-

Ja- I’m still the one deciding here in case you forgot ! I told you that if you needed something I’ll still be there okay ?

Jo- i appreciate brother.

E- but we-

Ja- we will find a solution okay ?

E- okay. Whatever you do, I’ll follow you

Ja- i know, honey…

Jo- Listen brother, i just want you to come check us as you rarely do it and by the way help us find a way for the security

Ja- the security ?

Jo- yes. Recently, strangers came to steal things and i refuse to let’s them harm my family

E- yeah it’s true being pacifist doesn’t really help in that, uh ?

Jo- no. So i just want you to come and maybe help me find a better solution, okay ?

Ja- …. Fine

Jo- thank you broth-

Ja- BUT. My husband and I will com-

E- wait wow! Husband ?

Ja- what now ?

E- so we spent almost 10 years here alone without doing nothing about this because you didn’t wanted to make any celebration and then your brother comes and you say we’re husbands just like that ?!

Ja- … surprise ? Anyway, so we’ll come with you, find a solution then come back to our Eden. Understood ?

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Jo- thank you very much my chil-

E- Don’t. Don’t call me like that.

Jo- … excuse me…

E- I’ll go prepare this buck and clean the pack. Give me this… and uh, do your things.

Ja- thanks honey…

…

Jo- so he’s still angry at me uh ?… with how he greeted me earlier, i though maybe he-

Ja- you know he’ll never forgive you, Joseph.

Jo- … i can understand

Ja- you can’t. You’re not the one who spent 6 years locked in the same bunker as him, seeing how he hated himself for all the things we had done and forced him to do. You’re not the one who had to see his guilt for keeping me alive, literally eating himself alive.

-brother i know how hard it was

-listen. I decided to sacrifice a lot okay. Just like you and just like my man sacrificed everything to keep me on this earth, that’s why i took the hard decision to move away from you… so we’ll come to help you and the others because they’re still part of the family but you’re little trick to bring us back to your flock will not work, you hear me ? I finally have another reason to live other than war so I’ll not let you put me in another one.

-… fine. You help me and my Eden then I’ll leave you to yours

-good.

…

now come inside and stay for the night but quickly. Before the pack start eating our dinner

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That’s it for now !

[haveihitanerve]

Clarissa’s DIY Wedding- Watched it premier yesterday but didn't write any commentary because i was busy laughing at it with my friends but now i get to watch it again and write commentary so here ya go!:

The way AJ immediately marches across stage to snatch Luke’s hand and Luke just gets up and is like ‘alright then- are you the girl or am i?’

“Theres the turnpike!” *laughs* “and I know what that is!” Guessing by AJ’s wide eyes, he does not, which is precisely why Luke said it XD

Luke: *giggles* AJ: *stops his entire speech just to stare judgmentally for a few seconds*

OH MY GOSH HES PROPOSING!!!!

“I wanted you to be my wife, Suzanne.” AJ!!!! FIRST MINUTE AND YOU REALLY MESSED UP ALREADY??????? Smh boi…

“Mark and… Suzanne.” Luke glaring at AJ. Turns to audience like- you guys seeing this shit?

Oh it took Sam a second to get the joke- perfect

Trying to salvage the situation, but gonna actually make it worse, we love it

“No-hold on-what?” AJ breaking bc ‘wtf Sam?? Interrupting my proposal??? Really??’

“Oh ma god.” AJ ur Mark- not Clarrisa- *GASP* MAYBE HE WAS TRYING TO MAKE HIMSELF CLARISSA TO BE GA- wait no he’s mark… nevermind

“Clarissa Suzanne Jenkins.” Lifesaver Sam, but Aj’s already plotting murder

AJ dropping his hands… sigh sam

“HUAHHH!” AJ literally flinching at Sam’s scream- lmaooo

“What are you doing picking up your phone when you got a proposal going on???” As if he could've ignored it sam…

“You’d forget your own name-” *breaks completely*

“Suzanne you always do things like this..” Idk if its Tom or Sam wheezing in the background, either at AJ committing to Suzanne, or at “you always do this!” especially because he’s changed registers and is now lightly female and bronx?? Instead of his previous deep voice

“It was.. My.. moooom.” AJ cracking a smile. “So what?” 

“Im sorry that you don't have a great rela-” Tom: *prematurely starts ooooohing* Luke i thought you were trying to salvage the situation and actually get the marriage going- not insult him and make it worse-

They’re never getting married if they keep getting offended

The benefits of marrying Tom- he’ll give you his actual wedding ring lol. Good thing in this case- because AJ is fucking chucking it, but wtv y'know

“Ow!” Sam its a tense scene! You can’t make both of them break!!! XD

*trips on chair* Sam: *laughs at his pain* Luke: *also smirks*

Sam excellent stagecraft as always

“Hey mark.” Shit aj did not want to be part of the next scene lol

Sam is killing this drunk dad voice wth-

“Little dick!” thats not an insult- big dick

“What?” AJ is genuinely hurt damn XD

*opens second fridge to get more beer*

“You killed her!” woah plot point- whattttt

“You were the one that didn't stop me getting in the car!” Sam almost breaking and Luke slowly folding behind AJ because ‘wow sam. Dark’

Luke: *does disappointed hand over face* Sam: *does his classic- fist against mouth to stop laughing*

OH SHIT!!! THEY’RE THROWING HANDS!!!

Yet another beer

“Now if she wants to do a wedding she can fucking do it herself.” brilliant work AJ. Absolutely flawless. Yes, get it back on track to the other half of the title!!! Excellent

Luke slowly loosing it as Sam takes “a call”

“Mark! MAARRK!” *silence as AJ casually lets him suffer* 

LOOK AT AJ’S GRIN!!!! Hes sitting casually in his chair, just watching Sam, grinning. Payback for… something

“MAAARRK!!!” Tom ending the scene, thank you sir- though I do wonder how long AJ would have let it go on for…

Oh a Tom and Luke scene! This should be fun! 

“I just feel like SHIT right now.” … “you're not shut.” Brilliant motivational speech Tom, truly. Wow. I feel so much better now XD

“And you know what? Even if you were-were.” tom laughs quickly, Luke snorts. “If you were-were” ahh i love it when they commit “if you were shit, anyone would be lucky to have you inside their bowels.” … honestly? That would make me feel better. Nice. 

Tom keeps going, love it king- “you're digesting, oh whats this!- its a beautiful angel.” awwwww

Tom being a feminist yesss!!! Slay diva!!!

“So how do I get him back?” LUKE! NO! SELF WORTH!!!! I don't think he understood a word of the message- but also he does need to make a DIY wedding happen so…

Aj is genuinely curious- leaned forward- and oh he laughed! yay!

“The other people in this restaurant apparently have ideas.” Yesss i love when they include the audience!

“I heard an old lady say lingerie.” Luke i cant-

TOM IS STEALING PEOPLES ALCOHOL NOW????? WHAT IS THIS XD

“We’ve got a brit here. Honey-” his little bend down- 

AJ confusing everyone- love it XD

“Blessed with two names, but only one heart and that heart is damaged.” damn Tom is being poetic ok-

“The restaurant used to be a church.” never thought i’d see the day where AJ is the one keeping the plot on track-

“I'VE JUST HAD A GODDAMNED FUCKING BRILLIANT IDEA!” of course you have Tom, lets hear it

“I meant you do it yourself-” Tom walks away in disappointment- this time because of Luke- wow they’re really switching it up lol

“You are my dad so that makes sense-” what XD

“And if he turns you down” *we interrupt this conversation to brush away a lock of Luke’s hair* “he doesn't know what he’s missing.” Tom- 

“You're such a good friend.” oh the audience didn't like that-

Sam laughing off screen-

“I think the other *laughs* drunk British restaurant goers think theres something between us.” Tom you literally made something between you- or was the hair brush “not meant to be sexy” 🙄 lol

Platonic high five 😭

“Silly. *head lowers an insane amount to be near Luke’s shoulder before reconsidering* no. *pats leg awkwardly*” is no one gonna end the scene for them lmaoo????

“Ah.” waiting awkwardly for an indication of who tf this character is. “father.” sam: that helped not at all in the slightest, thanks AJ

“Mark! Mark, right? Or mr. wilson, let me put my glasses on!” smooth sam, XD, very smooth

Luke laughing

“Its mark.” thank you!

Luke and Tom just enjoying the show :D 

“Someone else die?” way to be sensitive Sam what???

“I don't know if I want to be here-” *while laughing* AJ never change, thats brilliant

“Come on come on come on!” AJ: *turns around grinning, looks at the audience* Sam: *like a creepy dude inviting you into his van* come oooonnn Luke: *laughing* AJ: this guys a dick! :) 

“Thank you so much Tim.” i wonder how he came up with that brilliant name… (no ok guys you don't understand the amount of times i've had to gone back to edit because i accidentally wrote tim instead of tom is making me go insane-)

“You should hear this boys soprano.” Sam trying to get Tom to sing, instead of AJ like usual XD

“Should i stay or should i go?” Tom unsure of if he belongs in the scene-

“And ill watch…” The silence

“Raise your hand if you’ve got a mom!” damn…damn sam

“How- how are you?” the voice cracks- “good good.” Sam thats traumatizing please stop-

The look Tom gives him- XD

“Sometimes i'm not sure about this career path.” Sam, Tom, and AJ all laughing

“Hehehehe yeah:).... yeah:(“ Tom- oh you sweet precious child-

The slow zoom in as Tom’s detailing Father… Petronus? As Aj is slowly going mad

“He has a good heart-” “yeah yeah!” “but the stuff that comes oit of him-” “its just awful. *shakes head.*” i am loving this interruption business they've got going on, peak

“Hes aggressive, hes rude-” I think this is one of those- is he talking about the character or Sam moments lol

“We’re not even in a booth.” Sam laughing- having flashbacks to “i think someone wants to come into the outside. Where we are” 

“Its not a toilet dude.” for once, AJ isn’t the confused dude messing up scenes XD this is insane!! Lol (not that we don't love the chaos he brings, but its usually him, not luke lol)

“You know my child-” like he’s not about twenty years younger-

Wow Tom being poetic again- “and meet you in the-in your home.” what. 

“Come on man, it aint a theology clas-” “WAIT ONE MINUTE!” you tell him Tim!

Aj’s side glance at Tom in concern- 👀

“Oh shit i really gotta confess-” Luke is just committing to the bit now, love that- and it causes AJ to have to bite his tongue in laughter

Sam alone in a scene, lovely

Sound effects??? Sam’s look of confusion, before resuming his stagecraft

Tom creepin in the background????

AJ loosing it as Sam spots him-

“Thought i saw death for a second there-” lmaoo what???

Tom just disappearing behind the curtain randomly?? XD what is this play anymore

Now AJ remerging??? Mid scene?? What is going on 😭

AJ: *gestures for Tom to join him* oh so we’re doing a split screen scene acting stuff, got it

Aj and tom holding fingertips XD so cute

“Never wanna see those two in the same room” its like Batman and Bruce Wayne- I’m not saying Sam is both the father and the priest- but also i've never seen the two of them together-

AJ’s smile is sooo big and Tom has no idea whats going on- this is amazing

“I feel like i should try to stop you from stealing my best friends mothers money” Tom, no sweety- he means pizze dough- hes the baker dude- your dad!!!

“I didn't just randomly steal-” Both AJ and Tom breaking together- cuties- also, Tom??? Where did you think he was trying to take the story??? Sub plot of a thief??? what XD

Luke’s shoulders shaking with silent laughter as Sam has to look away to not break

“Some weird subplot-” thats what im saying??? Tom??? “I thought you were a thief.” yeah no we got that sweety- XD

Luke needing to fully cover his mouth with his laughter

“Look at my shoulders.” Sam casually pretending that Luke is yawning to cover his break

“Look at my- look at my characterization!” Tom you’ve broken AJ-

Tom: *glances over at Luke and Sam, sees Luke stroking an unconscious Sam’s head, goes ‘wtf im staying out of that’ and looks back at AJ*

AJ is done with Tom XD

Tom, of all people: Im glad we’re all on the same page. AJ laughing from off stage and Sam chuckling in sleep because yeah, now you are

“Thats not very long. *laughs*” Tom never change XD also- AJ cackling in the background

“Im sorry honey, i didn't mean to attack you.” If Tom and Luke had been the ones in the first scene, we probably already would have been at the wedding by now lol

“How long has this ring been in any generations?!?!” Ok, i take it back- if Aj and Tom had started the first scene, they would have been married by now, idk why Luke is choosing violence today but ok lol

Also- don't attack his real ring Luke! Ur just mad that AJ didn't have a real one to give you aren't you… XD

Tom: *eats the ring* tom baby what- its mime, you could've stuck it in your pocket- y'know what whatever 

“Keep your mouth shut!” Tom’s little “what else am i supposed to do???” shrug is amazing

AJ doesn't remember Tom’s name- “amandas got a throat infection-” thank you luke

“You okay?” “mmm.” “Good to see you.” “MMM.” someone has a little bit of pent up anger/jealousy

“Everyone deserves for them to come to your home.” … AJ, darling, baby, sweetheart, i know thats what tom said but what-

Luke casually dragging him closer, as if that'll make it easier to understand not hear

“So that you can apologize.” ok- ok-, sweetheart, i agree that technically Luke is in the wrong. But that is not how you go about saying it baby-

Tom’s finger on his lip- the pose

Grabbing the wine- the pose

“So you're not gonna come into my home?” no AJ, baby i don't think so 🤧

“Honey, if you don't mind me saying, i think you're being a bit of a bitch.” *laughs* gotta agree, just apologise Luke XD

Tom smacking Sam-

“I HATE YOU!” Aj thats terrifying- Tom’s hands on his chest in *gasp*- Sam’s jaw dropping-

Oh stagecraft- he went around Luke to exit through the door not the wall, nice :) 

“You can come out from behind the curtain.” AJ:*deer in headlights*.... *goes behind the curtain*XD

“Got the fuckin money-” sprints off stage- AJ i love you XD

The way Tom and AJ hover together off stage, leaned into each other ugh my heart so cute-

Now we get a montage of Sam doing DYI actor work- ill try to mention each thing as much as possible but we’ll see

Hold on- Sam is an actor pretending to be an actor who is pretending to act out DIY stuff. Everyone got that? Good ok moving on-

“You know that song?” oh aj the power you've given him- “:) sing it for me.” 

AJ’s personal rendition of I don't need a man by the pussycat dolls??

Flawless singing as always- and nice backing vocals

The other three are thoroughly enjoying this lol-

“Cause i am enough!” luke- hey luke- would you even say you are… kenough???

“Oh didn't you recognize me?” Oh its time for Tom’s payback-

“Even though my posture makes it clear-” ok to be fair to AJ he does change between a hunchbacked old man and a 6’0 tall young man, so like… there

Btw Sam is currently hanging and straightening a picture frame or smth in case you were curious

“Unless he comes here by coincidence.” nice set up luke, very nice

Tom: *another motivational speech or whatnot* Sam: *mixing cement and throwing it at the audience* AJ: *throwing pizze dough into the air and feeding Sam*

“Im 14 years old. Thats a *holds up his hands* one and a four” Tom i love you, please keep playing these young characters-

Luke, you gotta get better at apologies, but i suppose that works- and Sam is currently chopping wood???

“Hes telling me how small my dick is-” Sam: *leaves the stage because his time has come*

“Oh what a shame- your mic isn't on.” *giggles* Luke laughing

“MARK!!!” not this again- XD

AJ’s hand flailing from backstage to tell Sam to stfu (i almost wrote sfth)

Oop nevermind he was summoning him-

“I don't like seeing him sad okay?” The windup Luke does holy shit its brilliant-

“You're always making him sad you piece of shit!” Yes!!!! Clarissa and Mark might not be the best relationship- but they care about each other and its beautiful!!! Defend him to his dad Luke!!! Even while you guys are fighting!!! Yes queen!!!

“Mark im sorry.” “oh you should go then.” the snort of laughter from both Sam and AJ into the mic- precious

“There was like- 50 people with pizzas walking down the street.” “and we immediately assumed “huh must be a wedding!”” thank you sam XD

Both AJ and Sam laughing into the mic again- XD. istg when they’re off stage- and looking at each other they are much less composed and honestly i love it

“Boop.” oooooh clever Luke. soooo cute

Sam is back with a really loud power tool

“Sorry could you mime that instead?” ok- recap- Sam is an actor pretending to be an actor who is miming miming for a DIY wedding. Everyone good? Good. 

“You put the ring on with your tongue!” Tom’s little pose-

“I got the tongue! :D”... “but you still choose him- okay.” Amanda? You're so underappreciated girl

Luke turning after the crowd cheers because hes confused- “what?” 

“No, im playing!” Tom crossed back to him so fast. Really wanted to be the relationship in this one huh? “I mean you’re wrrrgh but you know” (whoever is doing the subtitles thank you i really needed a way to spell the sound he makes)

“You're hot but it was a lust thing so you just-” sounds like a guy who just got denied-

“We could have a threesome- idk” AJ concerned if he should enter the scene or not-

Tom’s little peck on Luke’s shoulder 😭

Also currently Sam has been digging himself into a hole btw

And now hes struggling to pull himself out- anyway back to the main play-

“Oooah!” AJ like jumped back lmaooo

When Luke looked at Tom i really thought he was about to steal his ring for AJ-

“In perfect soprano.” *starts really low*

“I… was drunk driving-” Tom biting his lip to not laugh- Sam full on laughing, AJ’s hidden smile of “h w h a t.” and luke… i cant see his face but im sure hes smiling

Awwww the hug is really cute my heart🤧

“Does anyone else have a fuckin-” “STOP THAT WEDDING!” sam with his three personalities

Luke folding in disappointment as AJ just laughs

“Ill watch.” sam. I beg of you- please no

Sam alternating between Ma and Preacher dude and Dad 

“Then, in slow motion,” ok Tom-

Ok the kiss is actually adorable tho-

Its so gentle, the way AJ cups Luke’s face, lukes hands on his waist/back, the way AJ then dips him, adorable

And the hug afterwards- im gonna cry its so sweet- theyre so sweet

AND SCENE! Yay!!! Thanks for reading another SFTH play by play, grateful as always, until next time, probably tmr, anyway, byebye!

@dawn-speckled  @snek-of-eden

[energ00n]

hi!! i’ve been super obsessed with your apprentice au since you started posting it - the way you portray these characters is just like… wow… this is cinema. and the apprentice garments are all so creative it’s nuts. like, orion’s is my favorite, but elita’s is so cute too… little guys. and the designs! i love how they’re all cogless until they’re of age/ready to graduate/etc instead of it being violence against them to gain control like in the movie. also prima. he’s great. his relationship with orion makes me giggle and kick my feet, like that’s his dear little apprentice…

the recent comic made me roll over and go AUGHHH!!! EHHGHNN!!!! like oh okay it hurts really bad, and then it hurts even more when you’ve been in orion’s position before, and sometimes it leads to doubts like “so was it all a lie/are they ashamed of me/am i just the punchline” etc etc. they call me the overthinker, on account of how i overthink things. and it sucks because elita was offering genuine advice from a place of real worry! like orion IS a known troublemaker and dee needs to manage his time better but if he makes dee happy… and then dee turns around and pulls that because he feels like he has to overcompensate, because i also get that, two important things to you and when you’re confronted that sometimes they clash with each other (not inherently a bad thing!) you panic... however, prima prime kill this fool (joke)

i didn’t mean for this to get so long and also it’s very late but your art does that to people! there’s so much to chew on and think about and talk about, and of course your style is so beautiful as well (i’ve always liked how you used colors!!). wow. have a wonderful day!

Oh this is just delightful to read through thank you so very much!!!! I love love LOVEEEEE hearing thoughts about my works, especially when it's story-heavy like this! Absolute treasure to hear that what's going on is relatable to you guys too!! I always aim for something like that consider it's sometimes straight out of my own experiences. No need to apologize, this is wonderful and it made my day. I hope you continue to enjoy my work!!

[blainehasregrets]

What’s your view of the Blam crush?

Also you should tag your meta with character name as it’s not being seen, only by your followers.

It makes sense Blaine would find someone to project on/have a crush on in the meantime while he’s broken up with Kurt, since he’s someone who loves love (Silly Love Songs comes to mind), but he gets over it pretty fast (he could barely even think of any good parts of Sam’s personality in Tina In The Sky With Diamonds lol I also think quite a few Blamtina scenes felt very much like Blaine completely forgot he ever had a crush on Sam) with, in my opinion, little lasting effects.

I feel like, since Blaine moved on so quickly and just went back to Literally planning his wedding with Kurt like nothing, it showed being rejected by Sam didn’t foster any hurt, resentment, or regrets inside of him. He literally just did not care anymore lol Whereas I think Kurt’s crush on Finn and even interest in Sam, though brief and done after their arcs were over, continued to affect him going forward. Those events definitely furthered his communication issues and knocked down his self esteem, which in turn ended up causing problems within his relationship with Blaine.

Though I do think Kurt ultimately loved and chose to be with Blaine because it’s what he wanted, I felt he sometimes had this belief that nobody but Blaine would ever love him. Ex: Saying “I don’t think I’m ever gonna find someone else who’s going to make me feel [safe, connected, and loved like Blaine].” in Love, Love, Love. But I don’t think Blaine had that same fear?

I mean, sure, abandonment issues are the go-to thing people talk about when it comes to Blaine, but I think his abandonment issues were like. Solely focused on being abandoned by Kurt. (Note how he didn’t give a fuck about abandoning the Warblers himself…they loved him so much and worshipped the ground he walked on and yet he left them as soon as Kurt said “I want to spend every minute of everyday…with you♥️” in PPP. Blaine would take that hyperbolic statement to heart and make it his life’s mission to accomplish just that.) I don’t think he ever thought “I have no choice! Nobody but Kurt will ever love me! 😩” It was more like “I don’t CARE about anyone else, even if another person proposed to me right now, I only want KURT!!!!!” Ex: Never pursued Sebastian despite all of his flirting, literally about to throw up after he had sex with Eli (and I think it’s interesting Blaine says “I cheated on the one person I love more than anything in the world” in Dynamic Duets, like that’s his takeaway here. It’s not about feeling like Kurt is his only option, it’s that Blaine wants his only option to be Kurt, which is made more obvious with how he could and did hook up with Eli, yet doing so just made him think “wow I really only gaf about Kurt”), had a crush on straight guy Sam which would clearly go nowhere (and could be argued to just be projection and a safe way to experience a crush without it being reciprocated…), dated Dave as a power move more than anything (and this could come with its own set of 5 canon scenes to link to and explain), and does not even care to give Jeremiah a second thought in Transitioning. Though maybe blangst fans would disagree lol

And okay I got ramble-y there for a second, but that’s all to explain why I don’t think Blaine ultimately cared too much about his crush on Sam after the fact!

And while it may be classic Klainer cope, I do think the song he sang “to Sam” in Guilty Pleasures fit Kurt better!

Also thank you for reminding me! I need to organize my tags a little more in general… I went back and fixed up my last post a little (it’s still more messy than I’d like and I also want to add more specific canon scenes as evidence 😔 I’ll have to keep working on it) and tagged it! I’m so used to writing my glee thoughts on private accounts I forget other people can and want to see this stuff…

[skitskatdacat63]

And now my art has been reposted on tiktok, have I finally made it as a creator? 🥺 But like seriously my god, I didn't think I had to say but don't repost??????? I think I've been pretty safe from it cause I normally just draw AU art but ahh making relevant art, it's a dangerous game....I just yeah, don't necessarily know what to do about it, but yeah just don't please?

[krysmcscience]

BILLDUMP TIME (with transparency, because I can). Don't mind me, I'm just yeeting my goofy art at some way more talented individuals out of nowhere and then hauling ass back to the security of being a weird silent lurker ahaha

@tesscourtes and @beccadrawsstuff, respectively! These two Bills make a little prism of sorts together because of their recent crossovers on Patreon~ :3c Speaking of which, I highly recommend supporting both these artists! They do fantastic work! (TessCourtes and Beccup)

@qoolk on the left, and @monobmp on the right! I am such a sucker for these outfits~ OuO Go and check these two out, their art is phenomenal!!! >u<

@1spooky2me The most difficult Bill of the lot for me to draw, ahaha... Their art is so incredibly consistent and dynamic, I am, a little envious <:,) A little envious, but mostly impressed, so go look at their amazing art, what are you waiting for

And finally, @ckret2, whose writing is sublimely in-character and just a delight to read - they're a great artist, as well! I simply Could Not resist drawing their Bill in this ridiculous incredible and very fashionable pink feather dress, even though he only briefly wears it in their fic, so I also did a little bonus doodle of him in his standard hoodie to make up for it. XD (Also, as far as I'm concerned, Bill and Mabel were both correct in that lime green accessories make the dress Much Better.)

This is just a small selection of the human Bill designs I enjoy. I may draw and post more later on, who knows! Feel free to reblog with some neat Bill designs, either your own or by other folks - if any of the designs particularly call to me, I'll add them to the little list I've got going~ :D (Alternatively, if you really like my stuff and want me to draw something specific, you could...mmm...perhaps, commission me...? OuO)

Also I'm tagging Billford because uhhhh yeah, sorry not sorry, every single one of these Bills is getting shipped with Ford by the artists in some way or another, lmao

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Start of the Truth [End of season 1]

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[kiyomitakada]

[to the tune of where is the justice's first lines] this world is rotting from the surface to the core / am i the only one whose life feels like a chore / this whole society needs someone for repairs every day's a little worse and i don't think anyone cares

[hidey-writes]

six sentence saturday

Zheng Bei doesn’t speak again until they’re headed toward the precinct, and then it’s an abrupt thing, the van heading down the middle of a nondescript street as he says, “Gu-laoshi, have you thought about what you’re doing after the case closes?”  Gu Yiran flashes back to the night market: the crowd, the noise. The burn of grilled squid against his tongue, and the heated brush of Zheng Bei’s hands against his own. When the case closes, are you still going back to Huazhou? and the way Gu Yiran had replied without thinking, Trying to drive me away? That heart-shock moment after, Zheng Bei’s reply still hanging in the air between them: Aren’t I asking you to stay? Quietly, Gu Yiran echoes, “After the case closes?”

a snippet from chapter three while i slooooowly find my way through the revision :3

[captainshyguy]

thinking abt that religion poll and its like i try very hard to not be one of Those Atheists, but then i remember watching a christi*n say with their whole chest that atheists have no purpose in life, and isnt that so depressing!! and when i brought this up to another christi*n they didnt think that was disrespectful at all so like no actually i think i can be a little mean and judgy abt christi*ity actually